The Phunky Feel One Lyrics

Well I'm the real one yes the funky feel one
Cypress Hill has come any questions ask them,
Cause we're answering anybody that has been
On the ---- swinging and straight gathering
In to all the info: cause yo what you're in for
Because of my music which I call my chumpy
In my trade my tribe is know to get funky,
Stiff is here to back you down, sun is here to buck you around
Joke's on you if you're the biggest duck in town.
You got to relax you to kick back brothers just sit back
Enjoy me like a six pack, as I let the rhyme flow
In to the hook where you're getting took, while that's another story book
Cause I'm the real one yes the funky feel one
I'm the real one yes the funky feel one, I'm the real one
Yes the funky feel one you know I'm the real one yes the funky feel one


Now you're in a stiff lock hanging off the pimp's ----
Yes they call me Pimp Pop I specialize in hip hop
Because I'm down with Cypress Hill is where I might just
Begin to take your girl if yo she's the flyest
Tighter than the other broad hooking off the fish rod
Isn't that odd instead of saying my --- hard, it's not about knocking you
Do you feel like knocking Lou forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clocking you,
With the right or left hand left is where stiff stands
Stiff is on the side, stiff bucks them down to death man!
With a greater lyric if you can spare it yes an ass kicking is what you inherit
So don't try to shake off you know I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off well that's another story black
Cause I'm the real one yes the funky feel one yes I'm the real one
Yes the funky feel one, I'm the real one the funky feel one
You know I'm the real one yes the funky feel one


Standing on the corner close to the real estate
Homes it really feels great when the brothers try to imitate
Meaning when they stimulate but they can't stimulate
Like a faddy ---- straight from the brother tate
Make me act loco, put up thing up my vocal
I take all you so dislike M.C.'s with a roll call, then you close your eyes
You can't stand the sunlight there is just one light when tribes bucking heads tonite
Buck, buck, buck your head sorry that Fred is dead deader than a doornail
Some one could make his bed didn't just break out the sucker got cracker out
Hit the pipe and blacked out went to shick and backed out
So much integrity made his girl a hooker was a funny looker
But that's another story black! Cause I'm the real one yes the funky feel one
I'm the real one yes the funky feel one, I'm the real one yes the funky feel one
You know I'm the real one yes the funky feel one